How Long Does It Take For Me To Finish A Book?

It’s story time, my friends, my bloggy people.  Gather ’round.

Once upon a time, a man named Jostein Gaarder decided to write a book about philosophy.  He named it Sophie’s World, and it was published in 1991. 

Unbeknownst to him, a fangirl in the 21st century would be forced to read his book on philosophy.  Let’s just say this fangirl was not pleased, and she certainly made her displeasure known.  The fangirl began her journey with this book on October 7, 2013. 

She found the book to be boring, though there were moments where the book picked up.  She especially enjoyed the few parts that mentioned mythology.  But still, this did not satisfy the fangirl.  There was a major creep factor which never failed to make her uncomfortable, and yet the main character in the book, Sophie, was completely unfazed… as was Sophie’s mother (and really, the mom should have been a bit more attentive and paid more attention to her teenage daughter and the strange man she chilled with).

The story kept getting more and more bizarre.  Maybe, the fangirl thought, I’m reading too much into this creepy situation. 

But it still irritated her. 

The fangirl managed to swallow down the last thirty-seven pages in one sitting, and finished Sophie’s World on July 18, 2014.  She was so proud.

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I fail at life.

Even House is disappointed XP

Emma Watson’s pretty impressed with my accomplishment, too. -.-

Now, now… Calm down, Draco…

And that’s my story about Sophie’s World, completely non-fictional.  I did, in fact, begin the book at the beginning of October of last year and completed it about half an hour ago.

Someone get me a trophy, because I was nominated for, and won, the Longest Time It Takes To Read a Five Hundred-Page Book Contest.  I want a cookie.  I totally earned it.

Le sigh.  Shame on me.

But I hope you got a chuckle out of that (or maybe you’re looking at this post like I’m crazy for taking so much time to read a book…)!  I have so many rant-y notes that I didn’t want to deal with.  Plus, I stretched this book out for so long that toward the end, I wasn’t even sure what was going on.  I completely forgot most of the plot and whatnot.

I am a horrible person.

But, yeah!  And to make me feel better about this situation (or maybe you just want to sit back and laugh at me… that’s cool, too…), what are some books that you took forever to read?  Let me know!

-littleonion